Do you
worry about your size?
Any of your ladies out there who’ve never had
a moment’s worry about your body shape, raise your hands now.
Thought so.
Not a mitt in sight.
Like it or
not, we live in a size-conscious world and us women are judged, not always on
ability alone, but on appearance, too. I’m no longer in my twenties – or my
thirties or forties either, come to that – but I’m every bit as weight
conscious as my younger peers. I’m five foot six and weigh 135 lbs, which is
pretty ideal. I feel good about myself – up to a point. You see, a few months
ago I weighed 130 lbs. Where have the extra pounds come from? Do they show?
Will my clothes still look good? Will I gain more? Should I go on yet another
diet?
Sound
familiar? I’m old enough to know better but still get caught up in the mad
ethos of sizism. So too does my mother-in-law, who’s over eighty, and kids as
young as nine or ten. Is it right? Hell, no, but I don’t see things changing
any time soon.
In Downsizing, published Musa, Maxine experiences all of these
feelings. She’s just a teenager at the start of the book. Extremely
intelligent, she feels invisible in crowded rooms, dismissed as an irrelevance
because of her bulk. No one except local heartthrob Noah Fenwick can see
through her unattractive exterior to the sensitive girl, with lots to offer,
lurking beneath all that extraneous flesh.
Here’s how
Noah tries to persuade Maxine that she shouldn’t worry about her size.
“You
dance well, Max. You’re really light on your feet.”
“For a
fat lump, you mean.”
“You
ain’t fat, darling. Don’t put yourself down.”
“Noah, I
weigh nearly thirteen stone.”
“You just
need to get a bit of exercise and you’ll look great.”
“Please
don’t patronize me.” Tears trickled from behind her glasses and slid down her
face.
“Christ,
is that what you think I’m doing?” He tugged at her hand. “Come on, let’s get
out of here. I feel like a goldfish in a bowl with all these people gawking at
us.”
Noah
dragged her out of the tent and didn’t let go of her hand until they’d reached
the bottom of the garden. He steered her towards a bench and sat down beside
her.
“Here.”
He delved into his pocket and produced a handkerchief. “I think it’s clean.”
“Thanks.”
Sniffing, Maxine dabbed at her eyes.
“What’s
wrong, Max? Wanna talk about it?”
“Nothing,
other than the fact that I’m fat and ugly.”
“You
ain’t ugly.” Before she could stop him Noah reached up and removed her glasses.
“You’ve got gorgeous emerald eyes. Do you have to wear glasses? Can’t you get
contact lenses?”
“No. I’ve
got an astigmatism.”
“Never
mind, you’re still gorgeous to me. You place too much stock by appearances.”
“That’s
easy for you to say!” Maxine rounded on him. “You’ve got every female under the
age of sixty in Colebrook lusting after you. And why do you suppose that is?”
“Yeah,
and that’s why I’m qualified to say that you shouldn’t judge by appearances.
You’ve got plenty going for you and don’t have to prove yourself.”
“Nobody
can see beyond this.” She indicated her body with her hands, looking close to
tears again.
“Well, I
can. We’ve both had to survive on our wits, you and me. You’ve done it through
your intelligence, but I just went to the local school…well, when there was
nothing more profitable to do with my time,” he added with a grin. “So I’ve had
to learn to run with what I’ve got.”
“Noah, I don’t think―”
“If it
weren’t for you I’d never have discovered the joys of reading.”
“Yes you
would. You were obviously drawn towards books or you’d never have come into the
library that day.”
He
recalled the day in question, a little over a year ago, when he’d strolled into
the library on a whim, wearing mud-splattered work clothes that elicited
disapproving tuts from its staid occupants. Maxine, having just started her
holiday job there, sat behind the counter completely engrossed in a book. He’d
asked her what she was reading but she was too tongue-tied to answer him
straight away. Noah couldn’t understand why. He was the one out of place, and if anyone felt awkward it ought to
have been him.
He’d
known who Maxine was, but reckoned she was out of his league intellectually and
would never want to know him. To his astonishment, she found her voice and
recommended books that he might enjoy. Her recommendations were spot on and he
went back the following week to thank her, and to talk about what he’d read. It
became a habit and he often waited until last thing so they could have coffee
together when she got off work.
“Perhaps,”
he said. “But I was too busy making money and had no time to waste reading.
Until you opened my eyes and I realized what I was missing.”
Maxine,
who he knew always found it difficult to deal with compliments, changed the
subject. “How’s your father?” she asked.
“Same as
ever.” He drifted into a moody silence.
“Sorry if
I’ve said something I shouldn’t have.”
“You
haven’t, but as usual you’ve turned the subject away from yourself.”
“No one’s
interested in me.”
“I am.”
Noah
cupped her face in his hand and his thumb gently traced the outline of her
plump jaw. He dropped his head and brushed his lips against hers, parodying the
seductive dance they’d just shared in the tent. Maxine gasped, but when her
arms slid round his neck and her eyes fluttered closed, it became clear that
she wasn’t objecting. That impression was confirmed when, with a deep sigh, she
buried her fingers in his hair. Noah’s lips instinctively hardened against
hers, forcing them apart as his tongue slid into her mouth.
“Why did
you do that?” she asked breathlessly when he broke the kiss.
“You
looked like you needed reassurance.”
“Don’t!”
She jerked away from him and groped for her glasses. “Just don’t! You don’t
need to stoke your already over-inflated ego by playing games with me.”
In spite of
his reassurances, he lets her down. Which is when Maxine learns one very hard
lesson in life
Fat girls aren’t
supposed to have fun.
Maxine
doesn’t see Noah again for another twelve years, but can never get him out of
her heart. To find out what happens when they do meet again, Downsizing from W. Soliman at Musa
Publishing and Amazon
Go to my
website at http://www.wsoliman.com where
you can read the entire first chapter.
And to all
you ladies who worry about your body shape, I hope Maxine’s story gives you heart.
Wendy
